“And? Is your boyfriend coming over for the weekend again?”

The beautiful black haired male asked, standing behind the kitchen counter Ren was sitting against with a barstool, the double meaning of that question not missed at all.

Fuck of course not. Ren knew what that meant too.

“Yes he is. Yours too I take it?”

Ren countered calmly and collected, his eyes rising faintly from the book he was reading to meet these brown eyes behind the counter with his own red ones.

“Indeed he is.”

The shorter male responded, nodding faintly, immediately looking down on the pot he was stirring his porridge in as Ren looked at him.

They both knew what that meant.

It meant unfaithfulness against their partners.

…again.

But fuck they couldn’t let their hands off eachother

Rationally speaking- how the fuck was Ren supposed to? The other was beautiful- pitch black hair, pale skin, skinny and thin, delicate built, beautiful brown eyes- and his personality- he couldn’t get any hotter, Ren was afraid. He was a walking sin and temptation for Ren, ever since the became dorm mates this semester.

And it seemed to be similar for the other, given the many forbidden moments of heat and intimacy, even though they both had Boyfriends. Ren had his high school love and the other the university’s bombshell sports guy- and heck Ren even got along damn good with the others boyfriend, just like the other did with rens own.

If it weren’t for these sins they had committed.

And Ren loved his boyfriend, he really did. But the male across from him- he teared down rens walls with looks- made him do the stupidest things- made Ren desire-

What even were they?!